No matter whether fowl or coney.
If miss'd, then lay it to the rats,
Strange greyhounds or domestic cats:
(Poor things! 'tis hard that you should scout 'em,)
But harder still to do without 'em.
Then talk of 'magpies' for blue moons,
When 'maids' run short of forks and spoons:
I must confess how I do glory,
In that most true, most 'moving story.'
If there's no paper for your use